At the commentary booth.
Because it was garbage time.
Reggie Miller wasn't paying much attention to the game, his gaze fixed on Su Yan, and he casually said, "This New York Knicks' newly subbed-in number seven player.
Name: Su Yan, Age: 19, Height: 201 cm, Weight: 95 kg, plays as a Small Forward, from Dragon Country, an international player.
This year's Undrafted Player.
Just signed a short-term contract with the New York Knicks today.
Actually.
I don't understand why the New York Knicks would sign him when his physical talents and abilities are all very mediocre.
It makes no sense.
Is it just because of the Dragon Country market backing them?"
"Maybe."
Barkley shrugged, not denying it, "Yao Ming is a living example; Dragon Country fans are truly massive.
Also.
I think looks might also be a factor.
Purely in terms of looks, I feel Su Yan could be the face of the league."
On the court.
Su Yan ran for a long time, very actively, not just for money, but more importantly... to get the ball and attack.
Benchwarmers, even if they get on the court, usually don't have many opportunities to attack, especially since his talent and strength are so poor.
Everyone is cherishing the hard-won garbage time.
Why would they let you attack?
If McGrady was on, it might be better, after all, Su Yan left a good impression on him earlier.
But a player of McGrady's caliber would obviously play during regular time, as a starter... to gain enough popularity.
However, Su Yan was extremely active, and... he ran into a good open space, which is another story.
"I'm open, give me the ball, I can shoot!!!"
Right arc top.
He ran along the baseline, shook off his defender, and immediately yelled for the ball from Larry Hughes.
Su Yan shouted very loudly.
It made Larry Hughes a little confused, with only the words "open space" echoing in his mind.
As if by a ghost's hand.
He passed the ball; you could even say... he was startled by Su Yan and instinctively passed.
In fact.
Su Yan's opportunity wasn't particularly good.
He did run out, but he was still a meter away from the three-point line, and it was impossible to shoot directly after catching the ball.
At least in '09, this wasn't a good three-point distance.
What was the result?
"Swish~"
The moment Su Yan caught the ball, he drew his bow and arrow, raising his hand for a three-point arrow, without even much adjustment.
It was fast and decisive.
Larry Hughes regretted passing the ball immediately, especially after seeing Su Yan take a wild, long-range three-pointer, he regretted it even more.
"Don't shoot, you f***ing... Holy cow~ Good shot!!!"
He roared, just about to curse Su Yan.
The next second, in astonishment, the basketball pierced the net, splashing ripples, and the three-pointer hit precisely.
It made him swallow the
"fragrance" that was on the tip of his tongue and exclaim "Good shot!"
Performing a Sichuan opera-like face change.
"Good shot!"
"A very decisive three-pointer!"
The two commentators praised him, but only for a moment, then went back to chattering about unrelated topics.
And Larry Hughes.
He didn't curse Su Yan, and he praised Su Yan, but that was all; if Su Yan had missed, it would have been another story.
Apparently.
Everyone thought Su Yan was lucky to hit this three-pointer.
Little did they know... with a Max Level Three-Pointer surpassing peak Curry, this kind of long-range open three-pointer.
It was impossible to miss.
[host hit a three-pointer, Reward: 3000 USD.]
The system prompt sounded.
Su Yan felt delighted, "Sure enough... three-pointers are more satisfying, Coach... I love playing basketball!"
The point difference was 17 points.
No one cared.
Transition offense.
The Thunder's substitute... power forward Serge Ibaka took a jump shot from the right elbow.
"Clang!"
Missed.
Serge Ibaka's future mid-range shot would be steady, but as a second-year player now, he was still growing.
He still needed to practice.
It might also be related to playing relaxed during garbage time.
The rebound was secured by the 211 cm tall substitute Center, Jared Jeffries, who passed it to Larry Hughes to advance the ball.
Su Yan was again actively running to earn... to find opportunities.
When everyone else isn't active, if you're the only one who is, it's easier to create opportunities.
The 04-05 season was Larry Hughes' peak.
He averaged 22.4 points, 6.5 rebounds, 4.8 assists, 2.9 steals, and 0.3 blocks, a very fierce "combo guard."
He was also the steals leader that year.
Now, being older and affected by injuries, he became a substitute.
How did he become the steals leader, despite his individual talent not being particularly outstanding?
He fought for it game after game.
Now... in garbage time, seeing Su Yan running so desperately, trying every way to find opportunities.
Not just offensive opportunities, but also chances to show himself.
He saw his former self, coupled with the good impression left by the recent long-range three-pointer.
"I'm open again, quick, give it to me, I can shoot."
Su Yan didn't know Larry Hughes' little schemes; he just wanted to shoot... to make shots.
He roared again, reaching out for the ball.
"Swish!"
Larry Hughes once again passed the ball to Su Yan.
Left arc top, still about a meter outside the three-point line, Su Yan caught the ball.
Larry Hughes reminded, "Good opportunity, take one dribble closer to the three-point line to make the shooting percentage even..."
The word "higher" hadn't even left his mouth.
Su Yan again launched a three-pointer, as if he had made a certain decision, without the slightest hesitation.
What the hell... is he that reckless? This is no different from a wild shot!
I should have known not to give it to you.
Suppressing the urge to curse him, with a hint of fantasy from the previous three-pointer, he stared at the spinning basketball in the air.
If I had a three-foot sword, I would slay the sky after getting drunk, and the long rainbow would fall!
"Swish!"
Su Yan's three-pointer hit again.
Two consecutive hits.
"Oh?"
Barkley blinked, "It went in again, still a swish, Su Yan's three-pointer seems pretty good?"
Although they were chatting.
His peripheral vision was still on the court, multitasking, that's professionalism.
Su Yan's two three-pointers, whether it was his shooting form, wrist snap timing, or finger flick on the ball, were all perfectly standard.
The arc of the basketball was also very true.
A textbook Three-point Shot, and a long-range one at that, hitting consecutively... it doesn't seem like luck.
"That's strange!"
Reggie Miller scratched his head, somewhat puzzled, "His scout report clearly stated that even his mid-range shooting was terrible.
His three-pointer being so calm and accurate is very unexpected!!!"
Indeed, it shouldn't be.
For a rookie to suddenly possess a Three-point Shot even stronger than peak Curry, this contrast would confuse anyone.
14-point difference.
The score still didn't seem to matter to anyone.
However... Su Yan, who hit two consecutive long-range three-pointers, slightly drew some attention.
"???"
Coach D'Antoni was a bit confused, "This shooting form, this accuracy, what's going on?!"
As a coach.
He knew exactly what Su Yan's three-point level was; these two three-pointers, even if they were flukes, were unreasonable.
"Morrison, is there something wrong with Su Yan's physical test report?!"
Assistant coach Morrison Barton also looked puzzled, but shook his head, "No problem, I personally supervised it.
He just can't shoot, and certainly not three-pointers!"
Then, could it be a ghost?!